Callers

You are an arc
You are an easy arc, alone
You cover a wide, wild roam
So bask in your might
Because only luck would have you here
Belong, and your mouth can swallow whole
You are an arc
Easy design
I'm chasing a drunk
Who's in the habit of chewing on air
I'm chasing a drunk and sliding nowhere
You fall so hard
And it's such a terrible sight
To have eaten and died
Well, maybe it's your pride
Not your fight
And if you come in the spring
And if you bury your kin
You know you'll be all right
Oh, no, oh, no
You know you took your time
And you fall so hard
I know you never really had a compass
You fall so hard
You are an easy arc, alone
You cover a wide, wild roam